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Were imaged by the water's love
Of that fair forest green ;
With an Elysian glow,
A softer day below.
To the dark water's breast
With more than truth exprest ;
Like an unwelcome thought
Blots one dear image out.
And forests ever green,
P. B. SHELLEY
Auld Robin Gray
WHEN the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame,
His ship it was a wrack-why didna Jamie dee,
O sair, sair did we greet, and muckle did we say ;
gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin ;
LADY A. LINDSAY.
Willie Drowned in Yarrow
Down in yon garden sweet and gay
Where bonny grows the lily,
“My wish be wi' sweet Willie !
And Willie's wondrous bonny ;
Gin e'er he married ony.
From where my Love repaireth,
And tell me how he fareth !
And hear the mavis singing,
And leaves around them hinging.
“The lav'rock there, wi' her white breast
And gentle throat sae narrow :
On Leader-haughs and Yarrow.
And Yarrow-haughs are bonny ;
If e'er he married ony.
And does not hear me weeping ;
When other maids are sleeping.
Pou'd you the rose or lily?
Or saw you my sweet Willie?'
She sought him braid and narrow;
The Reverie of Poor Susan At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for threc
years : Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird. 'Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside. Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail; And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.
She looks, and her heart is in heaven : but they fade,
ATTEND, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise, I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient
days, When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain.
It was about the lovely close of a warm summer day, There came a gallant merchant-ship full sail to Plymouth
Bay; Her crew hath seen Castile’s black fleet, beyond Aurigny's
isle, At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many a mile. At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's especial grace ; And the tall • Pinta, till the noon, had held her close in
chase. Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the wall ; The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgecumbe's lofty Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the coast, And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many a
post. With his white hair unbonneted, the stout old sheriff
comes ; Behind him march the halberdiers ; before him sound the
drums ; His yeomen round the market cross make clear an ample
space ; For there behoves him to set up the standard of Her Grace. And haughtily the trumpets peal, and gaily dance the bells As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells. Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies
So stalked he when he turned to flight, on that famed
Picard field, Bohemia's plume, and Genoa's bow, and Cæsar's eagle
shield. So glared he when at Agincourt in wrath he turned to bay, And crushed and torn beneath his claws the princely
hunters lay. Ho! strike the flagstaff deep, Sir Knight: ho! scatter
flowers, fair maids : Ho! gunners, fire a loud salute : ho! gallants, draw your
blades : Thou sun, shine on her joyously; ye breezes, waft her wide; Our glorious SEMPER EADEM, the banner of our pride. The freshening breeze of eve unfurled that banner's
massy fold; The parting gleam of sunshine kissed that haughty scroll
of gold ; Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple sea, Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again
shall be. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to
Milford Bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day ; For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly war-flame
spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone : it shone on
Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern
shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling
points of fire. Thefisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar's glittering waves : The rugged miners poured to war from Mendip's sunless
caves ! O’er Longleat's towers, o'er Cranbourne's oaks, the fiery
herald flew : He roused the shepherds of Stonehenge, the rangers of
Beaulieu. Right sharp and quick the bells all night rang out from
Bristol town, And ere the day three hundred horse had met on Clifton